The Legend of Futian

When Ye Futian saw that everyone was taking the situation seriously, he looked towards the abyss once again and decided, "We will go around!"

Having said that, he started walking in another direction, unwilling to take any risk.

In reality, he could have tried to clear the way with the imperial arms and attack the abyss. However, he hesitated to take this route because he was unsure. The gigantic hand that stretched out from the abyss was far too terrifying. If something unpredictable were to happen, they might all die here.

As his cultivation increased, the responsibilities he shouldered became greater as well. Ye Futian learned to cherish his life and the lives of others more. He would not take unnecessary risks lightly.

Secondly, he was in awe of the tombs of the gods and respected the legacy left behind by the emperors of yore. He would inherit it if he could, but even if he couldn't, he did not want to ruin it.

Their group took a detour instead of crossing over the abyss. They would rather take a long way around rather than take the risk. The creepy sounds from the abyss still tried to attract their attention, like the beckoning of Death itself. If they were giving in to its calling, they could very well be taken into the abyss, never to be seen again.

They changed the direction they were moving, and after walking for a long distance, they came onto another area. Ye Futian's divine consciousness scanned over a vast area, and they were looking for any relics of the great emperors as they moved forward.

The tombs of the gods may be the battleground where the gods once battled. If so, the relics here would be unprecedented.

"Sword Will!" said Ye Futian. He could sense a trace of Sword Will before he moved in another direction. Other cultivators followed closely behind and trailing Ye Futian.

Other cultivators followed closely behind and trailing Ye Futian.

Before long, several mountain peaks appeared on this barren wasteland. This area was covered in an extremely strong Sword Will as if it were a Sword Realm. Anyone who approached this side could feel this powerful sword coercion. It was as if they had stepped into the realm of the swords.

Many of these mountain peaks had been split apart, but they were not destroyed. Looking closely, one could discover that there were sword marks in the middle of the peaks, which were clean. The mountain was opened up but not destroyed, only that astonishing Sword Will remained.

On the highest mountain peak, there was a broken sword, which had been covered with a thick layer of dust. After countless years of wind and frost, it remained like some plain old broken sword. But Ye Futian perceived that this was the source of the Sword Realm.

"The Sword Will seems to be eternal and immortal; it has not dissipated for many years," Ye Futian whispered. Clearly, the Sword Will of the Great Emperor was incorruptible.

They continued to approach this mountainous area, with Ye Futian walking at the very front, and he could feel intense pressure on his body. The cultivators behind him were not as relaxed as Ye Futian. Both Lord Chen and Hua Jieyu were faring relatively well, but the others found it extremely difficult to advance with each step.

"The great emperor probably left behind this broken sword, so the Sword Will here is also the Sword Will left behind by the great emperor. You can comprehend and cultivate to see if any of you have a chance to obtain this broken sword." Ye Futian said, "However, don't force it. If you can't bear the Sword Will inside, just leave it."

This time, many of them had come here, and the appearance of the tombs of the gods attracted all the core cultivators from the Ziwei Segmentum. Not just the cultivators of the Tribulation Plane, but also many peak Renhuang figures.

Here, they could use it for cultivating.

"Yes." Everyone nodded, then some people began to comprehend right where they were. Others, however, continued to move forward until they were close to the broken sword.

Ye Futian also continued to move closer. As he got to the proximity of the broken sword, his Sword Will became stronger and stronger. This Sword Will was extremely pure, the purest Sword Will that Ye Futian had ever experienced thus far. It seemed as if it was the swordsmanship itself.

This extremely pure swordsmanship seemed to possess the power to destroy everything and all Great Paths. Although the sword was broken, the Sword Will remained.

Ye Futian stood there, his eyes closed, comprehending with a quiet heart. They had come to the tombs of the gods earlier than everyone else. Only a few other imperial-level forces had arrived at about the same time. Other top principalities from the other worlds had traveled from other spatial channels so that they did not meet many other cultivators on their way over.

However, watching what was happening on this ancient continent, even a broken sword indicated the relic site. If possible, he hoped to seize the opportunity this time to allow all the core figures from the Ziwei Imperial Palace to be baptized by the will of the Great Emperor. In the future, they would all have the chance to move forward.

The reality was that many people were still subjected to the limitations of their talents. If they were baptized by the emperor's will, it was possible that some transformations may occur.

With his eyes closed, Ye Futian comprehended in peace. Soon, he felt a horrific Sword Will that was all-encompassing; even the pressure he was under had increased. It was as if the stronger his perception of Sword Will, the pressure increased accordingly and became even more powerful.

At this moment, Ye Futian suddenly had a feeling that the broken sword had a life of its own. In his perception, at the top of the mountain, it was no longer just a broken sword that remained but a man sitting quietly as if he was an eternal existence.

In that powerful and pure Sword Will, Ye Futian felt a power summoning him. As if that sword was waiting for someone to wake it up.

"Sword Spirit?"

Ye Futian's heart trembled. This sword may have already created its own Sword Spirit, taking the form of the master of the sword and becoming a body of spirit. If this was the case, then this sword could recreate the Sword Spirit within its cultivator.

However, to find out would mean taking a great risk.

Ye Futian's cultivation today was quite considerable, having perfected many powers of the Great Path. He did want to take unnecessary risks. Even if he had incorporated the Sword Spirit as a part of him, it would not do much more than the Life Spirit that he had already possessed.

However, the Will of this swordsmanship could be used for comprehension, making his own Sword Will even purer.

Of course, many people behind him were experts of swordsmanship as well, so it would be better if they could cultivate here for some time. The tombs of the gods must have many opportunities, and what he needed to do was take everything that was within his grasp.

Gu Dongliu, Ye Wuchen, Swordmaster of Lihen, and Yaya were all cultivators of swordsmanship. Except for Gu Dongliu, who had survived the divine tribulation, the other three were already in the peak Renhuang Realm. Now that they had the opportunity to comprehend and cultivate here, it was something not to be missed.

Even for those who did not cultivate specifically in swordsmanship, the comprehension of the Sword Will from the great emperor could only be beneficial without any downsides.

In a quiet space, this group of people cultivated peacefully. No sound was heard as the powerful Sword Will enveloped everyone. Time passed without anyone being aware of it. While they were growing here, cultivators from all over the world began to set foot on this ancient land in endless waves.

This time, the worlds' cultivators had come from those opened channels.

However, this was not necessarily the best timing for them. As the number of people on this continent increased, some alien beasts began a violent rampage. Before they had ever seen anything, many cultivators had already perished under the ravage of these alien beasts.

But there were also super-powerful existences that could contend with alien beasts and even kill them. They were all top figures from each world.

Finally, other people showed up here, also wanting to experience the Sword Will. Some people came forward, also wishing to comprehend the Sword Will.

However, at this time, Blind Tie, Fang Cun, and his father Duo Yu, and a few others sauntered to different positions and shut down this space immediately. As the protectors of Ziwei Imperial Palace, they had to step up at times like this.

These cultivators from the other worlds had never seen Ye Futian or any of his people before, but they could detect a sense of threat from their auras, so they did not dare to act thoughtlessly.

But as the number of people that gathered had increased, someone piped up, "In the land of the relic, anyone who comes here may cultivate. What is the meaning of this?"

"This place has already been claimed by us. You can go somewhere else," Fang Cun said.

"Humph." Someone snorted coldly. It was a cultivator from the Dark World. A terrifying sense of death emerged from him and surged in the direction of Fang Cun and the others. His pupils were like death, looking straight ahead and turning that area into his domain.

But at this moment, someone was standing in front of him, and another pair of terrifying eyes were fixed upon him. Those were Duo Yu's eyes—the Eye of Reincarnation.

In an instant, many illusions appeared in the opponent's mind, and a spear implement manifested in Duo Yu's hand. His figure flashed and disappeared from where he was, and the spear pierced straight towards the other, fast as lightning.

When this strike manifested, countless shadows of spears and countless illusions appeared in front of the man's eyes, as he sunk deep within them and became entrapped. That was the effect from the Eye of Reincarnation, as well as the Spear of Reincarnation.

"Puh..." A crisp and clear sound came out as the spear implement penetrated directly through his body. A terrifying existence from the Dark World had no time to release his own great power before he was killed on the spot.

"Awesome," Fang Cun let out a pleased cry. They rarely fought against other people. Last time they caused some ruckus in the Shangqing Domain Chief's Manor, but they weren't fighting anyone. Among Ye Futian's four disciples from Four Corner village, Duo Yu's cultivation was the most pure.

This one blow was enough to demonstrate their unparalleled combat effectiveness. Lord Chen and the others couldn't help but exclaimed and marveled at this display of force.

The rest of the cultivators were deterred by this strike, and no one dared to step forward.

"Whoever dares to enter the territory claimed by Ziwei Segmentum would be killed without exception," Fang Cun said coldly, and the hearts of all the cultivators trembled. Although none of them had seen them before, how could they not have heard of the Ziwei Segmentum?

These people turned around and left without another word, and soon, everyone was gone. This demonstrated just how powerful of a deterrent the Ziwei Segmentum was.

Fang Cun and the others turned their heads and saw someone walking towards the broken sword on the top of the mountain. His was walking with a slow but determined pace, heading towards him one step at a time.

"Wuchen." Ye Futian looked at the man, and saw that it was Ye Wuchen. He stepped in the void. Step by step, he was moving towards the broken sword on the top of the mountain, never stopping.

Gu Dongliu and the Swordmaster of Lihen also walked a few steps forward, a worried look on their faces.

"Let him try it," Ye Futian said in a low voice. He watched Ye Wuchen, who had already walked in front of the broken sword. His every step was taken with extreme difficulty, and everyone was looking at him.

Ye Wuchen stretched out his hand and grabbed hold of the broken sword. In an instant, a horrific Sword Will raged upon his body. He let out a scream, but the Sword Will inside him resonated with the broken sword. At the same time, His Sword Spirit appeared, as if a phantom of his person was there, like the soul that was separated from the body, and went towards the broken sword.

Watching him, Ye Futian's expression was rather harsh. He didn't expect that this crazy b*stard would actually respond to the broken sword's call!